Through the scars

its through the scars that i shine

you ridicule me
mock me
kick me
hate me

but remember this
every time you mock me
ridicule me you refine me
you try and take what is mine
and try to climb
you keep trying to push me under
but He will lift me up
you keep trying to trample me
but He will protect me
and expose you
not in my strength
but in His
i will fulfil my call
you are refining my character
into Gold
therefore i will Hold
onto His promises
and never let go

you despise me
can’t stand to be near me
for too long
for u cannot even explain your hate
because you are not even aware
that’s it’s there
oblivious about your actions
it’s obvious
you are blind

don’t you know that life is not  streamlined

but i am designed

to be refined

you are guided by your own foolishness

while i will continue to be blessed

and refined

despite these tests

i continue on my quest

even though i know that no matter how much i try

i will never measure up

not in the skin I’m in
but blessed be His name
for one day i will lay claim
to my mansion
on His hill

i release you all, i forgive you all

and i will never fall

i will be strong unto the call

its through the scars that i shine

you ridicule me

mock me

kick me

bruise me

scar me

but you refine

you refine


and through these scars


1 Peter 15
But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect.

Hebrews 10 v 23
Let us seize and hold tightly the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is reliable and trustworthy and faithful [to His word];

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The illusion of time

We live in time and space

Where we are controlled by the thoughts of now

An unfortunate illusion of permanence

Yet we all have an end

That’s imminent

And somehow forget that today

Affects the morrow

Make wise choices today

To reduce the sorrow

So do what is right

Pray in the night

So that your destiny may be bright

Whether still under time

Or in Heaven divine


Words like caterpillars grow

Words like caterpillars grow

Too cocoon themselves for a while

To later burst forth into a poem

And like a butterfly

Sets flight

Inside my soul

It wells up

Stirs up

Feelings and thoughts

I can’t control

Of depth

Of Spirit

Burning in my soul

I quickly grab a pencil

To let it flow

From the depth of spirit and soul

Up the steps to my mind

Words released through my finger tips


To wash over you

Over me

To be free

Like the butterflies

They give flight to all that binds

To all the things that have confined.



Warrior Poet (Christian rap genre)

Message: You’ve got to be bold, strong and never let anyone sit on your head. No matter who it is. Be respectful but learn to stand up. God has a miracle waiting for you. All you need is a little faith to turn your five loaves and 2 fish into much much more. (biblical miracle John 6/Mark 6)


Get back up
Get back up
Dust yourself off
Yes, He’s gonna care
When you get there
5 loaves 2 fish
Miracle for ya dish
He can do it
Let him prove it
All it takes
Is a little faith
To elevate

But Sometimes
Faced with darkness against ya
People pushing ya
Trying to crush ya
They want to see ya
Down trodden
Heart broken

But let me tell ya
Who my daddy is
You see
He was crushed
He was bruised
He was slain
So I WILL claim
That promise

You belong under His feet
And I will defeat
You… the enemy of my soul!
You have tried to sit on that throne
Let me tell you something you already know
Jesus came, he died and rose again
Somebody dun told ya wrong
If ya think you can comb
And walk all up in this home

He told you its over
He took the keys
He done told ya
Go one get outta here
Do ya hear
But there you go again
You have no authority and claim
To this soul
I know your game… Your aim
I don’t need to worry cause the flame
Is your destiny
You’re my enemy
So go on
Get out of here
Cause I gots my ticket free
It’s been bought woop woop!!
I got my warranty
I’m blood washed
burning hot like hot coal
I am whole
In case you missed it
Here I go again

The son came to give me life
Get out outta here
With all ya strife
Yas I said it twice
So come on at me
Warrior here… she’s free
I can’t be more precise
Your ancient head is bruised
You have been crushed
It’s finished
You’re diminished
This warrior… is free
No fear

Ephesians 6
In this mix
I will stand my ground
I ain’t messing around
This Warrior woop! free
Ephesians 6 : 13
He made me a queen
A warrior. Woop!
He holds me near
Got my spear
A warrior. WOOP! WOOP!

On my way Yeah!


A moment of realization…


Patience is the key

To winning

Your battle

A fool moves in haste

And his enemy devours him

But a man full of wisdom

Waits for God’s perfect timing

Gideon had to wait and listen

He become a great warrior

Through faith

Through patience

Do the same…

Victory you will gain.



Simple joys…

Sometimes just the simple things

Make your heart sing

Just the giggle of a loved one

And a stroll with your cat

It’s a plain fact

That it doesn’t take much to be happy

So appreciate what you have

Because time changes everything

Even though never noticed

These simple things will become

Your gold

When you grow old

Precious memories

Will become your treasures

So stop rushing about

And enjoy the blue sky and the blessing of the shade of your trees… IMG_20171228_115019.jpg


A sobering experience on Christmas Eve

On the way to church on Christmas Eve the skies were somewhat strange and so I took a couple of pictures. When showing my son the pics we noticed the face/faces in the pics. He kept saying its angels watching over us. Whether this was a camera and just lighting or lightning effect, I don’t know but after church on the way home a car jumped the traffic lights and we almost had a head on collision. My husband swerved out of the way to prevent it but we smacked right into the back of that vehicle. We were headed for a ditch but somehow the car felt like it was under the control of something else it turned and suddenly stopped on the side of the road. The impact caused us to head in that direction. It was a sobering experience. The car that jumped the traffic lights sped off because they were obviously drunk and didn’t want to get caught.

When you are rushing home and all that’s on your mind was trifle pudding and roast lamb, you suddenly wake up and just start appreciating the fact that you are all alive and safe.

Robben Island – A trip worth taking.


I could feel my thoughts and emotions start drifting as I entered into a space so far  removed from my own, the maximum security prison. The cold corridors of the building sent chills down my spine…a place were education was regarded as a privilege rather than a right for the Indians, Coloureds and Blacks. They were not allowed to study politics. What made my stomach turn was that when they arrived on Robben Island they were given a card and uniform according to race.
Henri Fazzie 1965 – 1982(release date0 wrote about an experience with a young Afrikaner soldier who started teaching them carpentry and started talking to them to find out why they were in jail. He was shocked because he was told he was going to a place where ruthless killers were imprisoned, our tour guide mentioned that many young Afrikaner soldiers were brainwashed into believing that the freedom fighters/ANC politicians were killers. He said that even his grandfather taught him that black people are from the devil. The young soldier was shocked to find that all that he was taught was false. In fact many were torn between truth and loyalty as a soldier to their country and follow orders.


Inside the prison cells they have set up information plaques written by the prisoner who stayed in it. There were also pictures of the prisoners with the DOB and DOD. Many did not make it out and died in prison because of a lack of nutrition and from the cold. Below is a write up by Billy Nair a former political prisoner 1964-1984 (release date). He mentions how cold it was. Section C of the prison was where many of them died.


They were allowed to send letters but they were never private and were opened and investigated first. All positive letters or political info or even positive news from family was crossed out with black felt pen. They would then hold the letters towards the sun and they were called ‘window letters’. The wardens soon discovered this and then they started cutting out parts of their letters.

See below an example of the cut away letters.


They only had one doctor a week and if you did not get a chance to see him then you had to wait. They were only given panado for every ailment and many died from the common flu.


Above is how food was rationed according to race. This literally made me ill inside.


This is an enlarged example of the prison ‘dompas’.  You were never called by your name but called by your prison number, which is another form of dehumanization.

What was the ‘dompas’ within South Africa at that time? This was a form of identification (pass law) which allowed non whites (Coloreds, Blacks and Indians )access to white areas and certain parts of town mostly because they were working in that specific area. If you were asked to produce your card and you did not have it you would be arrested. Colloquially, passes were often called the dompas, literally meaning the “dumb pass.”


This is how they slept for many years on the floor with a mat. Below are pics of the actual prison of former and late President Nelson Mandela.


The red bin in the corner was the toilet.


Closer to political change in South Africa, changes were made in the prisons and a very successful jazz group called the ‘Roots’ started in the prison and the music was allowed to be played through the speakers of the cells. When on tour you can press the intercoms in the prison cells and one of them played the jazz sounds of the members of the group. Other prison cells would be the actual prisoner telling his story.



Wake up church!

The poem is below this ‘thought thread’.

Sometimes I get so irrrated with the “pious pharisee type Christian”. The Christian who feels they should take it upon themselves to live in judgement of others. Can you not recognise your pride? Jesus walked with the lonely, sat with the wicked, loved people who are rejected by society. LOVE first is Christ-like…hate the sin not the person…thats broken, lost, poor…the unlovely, the confused, the hurt, the abused, the lonely…but yet my heart is grieved when I see people sitting in adorned churches with state of the art technology, fancy everthing and yet right there sitting in the church pues are people that the power of God and His love has not yet touched. Sitting in a broken world, in a broken church, and a broken state of mind…just broken.
1 Corinthians 13v2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 
Yet here we are in a church age that places value in numbers and constantly focuses on prospertity and wealth. There is nothing wrong with wealth but when the focus is money the church has lost the plot! I should not judge yep, I know…but I need to speak out. 
Exactly where are we headed. 


Dead man’s bones
Dead man’s bones
Awake awake awaken
The church is asleep
You call yourself a Christian
But stop wait and just listen
To their cries
Your ears are shut
Your knees never hit the ground
You’re too proud

Awake awake awaken
They dying all around
Stand your ground
Don’t be afraid
He is risen
He is coming
Get your bridal garments ready
It’s one minute before midnight
You spirit knows it’s right
But your questioning mind

Won’t let you stand up and fight

Awaken church from your slumber
For you have become like dead man’s bones
Dead man’s bones

Awake Awake Awaken
Rise up before it’s too late
Your sleep has become too deep
And you no longer keep
My commands

Awaken church
Open your eyes
It’s time
To revive!



Does it matter, really?

So this poem has a deeper meaning for everyone no matter what your beliefs are, we all have an end. I may sound morbid but I’m not. If man kind would live with that in mind we may have a different world, a kinder world, a world with deeper thinkers, less material chasers, more understanding and tolerance.


It doesn’t matter what colour is your face
When you’re saved by His grace
We all trying to keep up with the pace
We’ve got to finish this race

It doesn’t matter what area code you’re in
Where you’re just living in your sin
Don’t give me that cynical grin

How long has it been?
You’ve got to let God in

It doesn’t matter what car you drive
Thinking you have all that vibe

Driving around like a fool…placing value in material drool
One day you will have to face your maker
Hope you wake up before that…it’s not worth it being a faker

It just doesn’t matter
Only thing that matters is what state your heart is in
That’s it
That’s all
That’s needed to fulfil your call.

So set aside all your worries and your fears…

You’ve got to know that God understands and cares

For you

But you have got to reach out

Stop living in your doubt!

Lift up your head and shout!